So you motherfuckers I was gonna my style? So are you saying Todd?
To all you bitches, hoes, and all shit Here's rap that I'm ready to spit It goes this, my name is $hort I'm tearin' shit up like never
Pimp slaps, makin' cash money and Too $hort raps Oakland, California that's where I'm The city where the boys say you don't none
But if you do, I'm gonna you this and vogues ain't really shit Wanna so hard, all of the time You and that bitch playin' Too rhymes
If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say about that money But if you ask me, could you have some, I'll say it doesn't me Ronald Reagan up to me and said, "Do you have the answer To the U.S. and a cure for cancer?"
I said, what are you in the White House If not sellin' cocaine? Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit game Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a job She my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob
What is life? Life is Too I play the bitches like it's a Yeah, play the bitches just like y'all Like Dr. J basketball
You can call me Too, don't say it You'll get me real mad and I'll fuck wife You see I'm not proper, I'm polite Too $hort, Too $hort, say it tonight, bitch
It started on a morning in 1987 I was in my drop to Caddy y'all gettin' sucked by a bitch named Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this for you You might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you it's true
So much in the Oakland streets Am I gonna live till week? Will I get shot by a dope Tryin' to get high, tryin' to my ring
I really can't say, 'cause I don't why out here droppin' dead like flies I used to see a boy givin' five Now I say, "Man, still alive?"
as hell, the town I'm from Won't last too long when you're fakin' the I'm the rapper, so unique Clap my when I want my freak
You deny it, you know I'm right I any rapper out when I'm on the mic And I won't kick back, or he knows I'm the best at the MC rap
Till he Too $hort, set the track They got him caught up in my cap Motherfucker can't straight game on the mic 'Cause he's worse than a fag or a dike
a sucker MC, I call him punk Tryin' to spit that rap, you can scratch that You little punk-ass boy, wouldn't to me Think I'm fakin' but I'm takin' all you MC's To the end of the world and push you Good luck couldn't find you in a leaf clover
If I ever a rap, tryin' to cap on you I wouldn't even sweat it you'll be through Lookin' so far up, you might down Gettin' clowned by the from east Oaktown
And the look in your face you're lickin' that tooth Could make a grown man die, at you 'Cause you're a, no rappin', no Played out fake ass Simple
I never understood one you said But you're swearin' up and that you're killin' 'em dead There's only one thing, I wanted to Sucker motherfucker, where's the
I'm the of players, just call me Pop My name is Too $hort, no I stop I just stop mackin', don't stop cappin' Don't stop now you see what happens
Your is gone, your crew just cut Sucker MC I'll you what Your rhymes are weak, rap the same And when it comes to game, you are
Never heard of Too $hort baby Hit Oakland in Singin' mo' raps than a rap rhyme Tellin' MC's don't waste my time
a girl I know her name is Betty Straight to the head rock it steady She's so she'll juice you up All the home boys just can't get
She's a Ph.D., don't even In the back that goin', top, top, top I won't say white girl, won't say she's She's the kind of girl that make your knees go
the beat, rock with me Let me you what I be I'm a MC rapper, a MC A big roller and a cold, cold capper
Hey baby, I got rhyme It's not gonna stop the end of time Like rock and roll I'll play song To the beat all day and all long
So up, to what I'm sayin' I'm a Oaktown mack, I ain't playin' To all the home boys time in the pen Gonna rock beat for you once again
If you get out and you're mad as hell Say bitch, now make it for real I'ma tear up, if I get the chance I could give a fuck less if you're don't dance See I'm a big mack now, I'm so I was born and raised in the State
Call me T O O, if you say I'ma rap my ass off till you give me some Big bank, now just make me Bitch bitch bitch make me rich
Check out my style, baby I don't I heard this say, "That's the shit" He took the cake, fucked the Too $hort baby damn sure fake
But the MC's are screamin' loud Sayin' Sir Too $hort, shut your How can you talk about me, and me weak When your father smokes and you mother's a freak
So I on rappin', if nothin' else Keep your thoughts to yourself Bitch and bitch, he's a MC Ain't sayin' nothin' but he's the mic Fuck with me, and boy doomed I a trick with a hoe to the motel room
I'm the coldest MC on a microphone Like a 357 pointed at your I got cap for cap, you never So again with cusswords
shit, fuckin' with me Fuck a skank bitch and a MC All you got the claps And fuck you punk 'cause you can't rap
Cusswords, let 'em know shit, goddamn ass hoe Cusswords, just quit Motherfuck you damn bitch
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